October

There's a magic in October

Like no other time of year,

There's a touch of melancholy

And a bit of solemn cheer.

Memories come back before us

That had seemed forgotten long,

But are now as bright as noonday,

Like a well remembered song!

Other days and other seasons

Have a certain charm well known,

But a day in bright October

Has a magic all its own.

Then it is, all earth turns crimson,

Red and yellow, gold and brown,

With a touch of purple shadow

As the sun is going down.

Then be ready for the moment,

For the clock of time seems still

As you catch a glimpse of Glory

Just beyond the western hill!

~ Stillmans J. Elwell